We met under a winter’s moon
with broken hearts hidden inside
down coats zipped up to dare
the cold – should it be tempted.
I met you in my dreams once,
reaching out to touch your soul
while the stars kissed my cheeks.
Their light pure and untainted
by the darkness surrounding them.
They knew what I could not:
The time had not yet come
for me to land within my destiny.
I thought you a fragment
of my imagination, teasing me
with your promise of love
and winter vacations on Venus –
Venus herself bestowing blessings of plenty
as she presided over our union
with the moon beaming in witness.
The morning light chasing you back
into the night – waiting my return.
But it was you who returned to me
for I forgot to stay on the path
and became lost in the lies.
©Brenda Baker 2016
I wrote this poem with the sole intention of enjoying the writing process. I also indulged my love of surreal art. 🙂